The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak And I can show you how to hump without making love And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun Get down, I'll show you how If you got beef, then you better step up bitch I'll have a bottle and a

Billy's on the corner with the Crystal Meth. Yeah!, ain't he ain't slowin' down, ain't slowin' down. Go Billy! Crystal Meth. Trailer parks on fire, Billy been cookin' up something. If you need a biscuit, come on then, Billy just got it jumpin'. Get it

If you want some, come get some Baby if I drop it down to the ground Then put it in your face now, what ya gon' do? Shorty if I shake it then turn around Then back it up on ya, what ya gon' do? If you want some, shawty, come get some We gon' start this

And the fallen will get down on his knees You gonna face the mirror, you gonna seek another day And forever the man in the coat Then along came the mirror and the ripper What do you see in the night? Passing shadows that can scar your soul And make you

What type of games is being played, how's it going down? It's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, wake up try to get me a nut Cause hunnies give me the butt, what I'm politicking with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her

Then, baby, just do it So if you're gonna do it Don't let me down gently If you're gonna do it That you wanna tell me something But is it the cause for us giving it up? I know you've got your reasons I'll get over it eventually Before I'm too invested

Turn the lights on, turn the lights on, baby Turn the lights on, lift your hands up Lift your hands up Or get down Get up or get down Sucker punched, down for the count They stole your thunder then your crown Paralyzed, just hangin' around, you better

If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

Then you ain't livin' yet. He said, "Boy you ever been outside of this town? Ever thought about gettin' out to the west coast? Or down to Mexico?" I said, "No." I just stood there pumpin' his gas while he rambled on somethin' 'bout Paris, France And the

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends